Gorgeously beautiful, handsome, accomplished, rich mage with lustrous hair and powers untold. Emphasis on the hair.
He's an elvish aristocrat and quite proud of it. Actually, his whole family is, and they can all hang around to flaunt it, seeing as not very many have croaked yet, being immortal (elves fancy that they are, despite skepticism from other races. I say that they are, too). Lysander grew up in an ideal, close-knit environment not lacking in comfort or natural beauty-- though a portion of his youth was spent in the fostercare of the Unorian family. When an elf is rich, they doesn't go about building hulking McMansions so much as they create beautiful courtyards that provide shelter but let in the untamed world, reveling in its glory. His magics are command over air (not to be confused with wind), fire and earth. His decision to go join the elvish front as a battle-mage was fueled a bit by an adventurous desire to see what the other half of life looks like, though his disdainful personality would hardly hint as much. Later, he and Foertis ended up traveling together with Signum, which led to a new use for his powers in the two healers' desire to bring aide.